Living octopus

The time had come. We found the place with the baby octopi swimming in an aquarium in the front. We went in. I attempted to pronounce the words on my little note and the man seemed to know what I wanted but told us there were none left or so. There seemed to still be quite a few in the aquarium though. We found a Korean with a reasonably solid knowledge of English and asked him to help us. We had to order drinks along with it, he translated. No problem. And more food as well. More food? No, that did not seem like a good idea. So maybe no octopus tonight. Evidently the place was too busy to waste a table on four westerners curious to try a cheap specialty instead of having a real dinner. We left and spent some time at a traditional Korean bar instead. On the way back to the hotel, Mirsada decided to go and ask again. This time there was no problem. It is hard to say whether happiness or shock overcame me realizing that now there was no escape anymore. Neither for me nor for one of the octopi about to get eaten. Thanks to Don you may here witness the preparation of our food and the moment that I actually eat my first piece. It's actually quite a challenge to pick up a squirming, slick piece of moving octopus with chop sticks. Once successful, it turns out it's rather gooey, utterly indestructible and quite lively in the mouth. However, it does taste a lot better than one would expect and probably better than its boiled older brethren. We actually managed to finish the whole plate. Guess for the four of us there is nothing much left in the world that we wouldn't dare try to eat now. Seconds, anyone?